someday sparrow

\\ ∞ that which i find inspiring & beautiful ∞ including my personal photographs and projects // welcome to my zoo.

[lust-andbonedust]

He has worked his way so deep into my heart, and planted him self like a seed, and this pain when the seed breaks ground and flowers, the pain of a love so intense, is like a birthing, of a new star out of nebula. The sweet that makes the bitter go down. As he kisses my tears of joy, tasting the salt of my hearts truth upon his lips, his roots have grown into to my aorta, reaching through my ventricles, I would have to cut my hearts from my chest, to not know the sweet pain of this love I would have to no longer know life in this form, and even still, when birthed from my nebula I would hope to be the sun he orbits.

[hautekills]

Christian Dior haute couture s/s 2016, photographed by Kevin Tachman

[shinyfabulousdarling]

OBSESSED with these tiny embroidered bees.

[earth-witch]

[minarachelle-deactivated2016033]

[dragonarie]

It looks like starry night *hearteye emoji*

[lauramakabresku]

[myinnerlandscape]

[decrepit-datura]

[harrietleemerrion]

[lust-andbonedust]

nevver: Where’s your head at? Harriet Lee-Merrion

[veganlove]

[lust-andbonedust]

My boyfriend has this habit of asking me, "What would we be without sex?" & I have a habit of not being able to answer such a question. He searches for a psychological connection, which we have always had, and I search for a physical connection, which we have phases of trouble & doubt. I am bothered that he asks me this question because sex is so unimaginably important to me. Penetration nor clitoral stimulus is what I am talking about either. It is the touch, the breath, the heat, the saliva that I yearn for. I yearn for his hands all over my body, writing a sonata with just his finger tips. He has called me needy before, just once. He says that all I want is sex, nothing more from him, like he is my toy. I absolutely cannot stand it. I don't know what to do & I know exactly what needs to be done. I am just scared. Gahdamned fucking scared. 

Okay, let’s be real.  He & I used to have this connection within and without the bedroom.  It is fading, and darkening at the same time.  I love him so fucking much, but I think we’ve come to a stand still.

[picsofyou]

[melisica]

[lust-andbonedust]

what if when i close my eyes i am staring directly into your eyes, but i do not know because of the darkness that lies between us? and the same goes for you, because that is how parallel worlds work. the only thing however is that you and i are one, sharing this darkness, but living separate dreams.

[adapto]

[theleoisallinthemind]

[lust-andbonedust]

"the observer" {by miranda rose}